Writing yesterdays post was easier than I thought it would be. It also felt better than I thought it would. I don't feel sad anymore. I feel free.
The dust is still settling on life we thought we would have created together, but amongst the ashes is another one. Together, of course. The agony I felt month after month when I realized that something I thought I felt and loved never actually existed, is beginning to fade. And the horizon looks clear, and wide open.
There are still so many questions running through my head. The "what ifs" that I can't escape, the "what nows" that I try to focus on. I think about the fact that we still have options, but I flinch when I realize the roller coaster of emotions that would come with it, and the odds that are stacked in its favor. I think about the fact that the lines in our families may stop with us. If my brother never has children, or if Brian's brother never has children. That's it. I think about how much this will weigh on our families, especially our parents, when they realize they may never have grandchildren, at least not by us. And the list goes on...
When will I stop thinking about it everyday?
Will I always have this kind of resolve?
Should we come right out and tell people, like we've just booked a trip to Mexico, or should we wait until it's a topic of conversation?
Will sending out Christmas cards with my dog's picture only remind people that we can't have children?
What will become of the friendships we have once more of our friends start having kids?
How will I feel I at Baby Showers and children's Birthday parties?
What in gods name will I write about now???
